Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.